A Moment Of Weakness for Ciaran

[Ezra Huntington]

A Moment of Weakness
Ciaran O'Malley

[Ciaran O'Malley]

7. Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.

CIARAN SMOKES A CIGARETTE AS HE WALKS through the streets.  It's late.  He did an errand run for Slade -- he was the only one that could have been trusted with the errand.  And now that he's finished dropping it off, he's taking a leisurely stroll.  That is, until he hears the commotion.  There's some shouting that gets his attention, and he naturally goes toward the source of the sound. . .

Well, well, well.  If it isn't Ezra Huntington, none of his bobbie friends in sight as he's surrounded by some thugs.  Ciaran grins at his luck, resting against the side of the alley.  He smokes his cigarette, watching as they taunt the bow street runner.  It's only a matter of time before they start beating the shit out of him, and oooh boy does Ciaran want to watch this fuck get his just desserts.  

Except it doesn't feel good when he watches Hunt get punched across the face.  Ciaran only lets two more hits land before he's clearing his throat.  "Lads,"  he calls out, Irish accent thick.  "You might not want to continue your no good."  And a dark look flashes across his face.  This is The Boogeyman.  It's a terrifying persona he has as Ciaran lets his anger come to the surface.  Instead of arguing with him, the young men run off.  Smart boys. 

And there Hunt is, left behind.  Ciaran approaches him slowly, hovering over him.  He reaches out a hand to help him up.

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